Illustration
- Consumer Aesthetics
- Memory
- Ocean Genaration
- Gravity
- The eternal bubbles
- Others
Motion
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I think our paths had crossed momentarily and eventually have to return to our own trajectories.
Can you feel what I’m trying to say?
We spent the whole night talking by the river the day we met.
I thought to myself, “wow, it’s like we had a one-night-stand...”
Afterwards I realised that this is the only kind of relationship that we could keep.
It betrayed our own tracks of lives and became our secret affair.
I knew we were destined for this kind of farewell since the first day I met you.
The past twenty-odd years of our lives have been an inescapable force of inertia.
It pushed us forward until we disappeared into each other’s time and space.
But not without a trace.
Your gravitation remains.
Each encounter in my life shapes me. And each of them slightly turned my tracks of life towards him or her a little bit.
You left a new kind of logic between me and the world.
That’s why I don’t have any regrets. What matters to me is not whether we will eventually coincide, but that choice of the bending act.